(feat. Mike D) 



[talking] 

Uh-huh uh, yeah-yeah 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Mafia boss, I tolerate no loss 

You heard it from Mr. 3-2, Governor of the South 

Blood in blood out, connected affiliated 

G-O-V and Mike D, underground mob related 

Mafia orientated, holding down the Gulf Coast 

Calling the shots controlling the block, it's cut throat 

Dirty-Dirty is shady, better have some kind of heater 

Recognize who your family, and don't bite the hand that feeds ya 

I got dimes and senoritas, that's jazzy and bilingual 

Let her mix and mingle, watch the bidness she'll bring ya 

I know the lingo, got the numbers bring it in off the Interstate 

Dealing with nothing but weight, and believe me it's all straight 

Making moves like checkmate, can't be easily persuaded 

These dummies is outdated, I'm Street Game educated 

On the action what's happ'ning, when it's going down 

Put the ball in my paw, making boys move they town 



[Hook x2] 

Streets on lock, (sitting on top and still mashing) 

Got the hood flooded, in control of the action 

(We going all out blasting, if it come to that) 

Cause we heated and undefeated, ready to blast back 



[Mike D] 

I got the streets on lock, nigga flooded with drug shit 

You wanna know how I stay rich, cause I don't show no love bitch 

It's pure G's is in the jaw, no more no less 

I'm trying to triple up my figgas, out this block I'm pressed 

Mi amigo Raphael Se, out this 9800 Block run 

Me and Threezie be somewhere in Amsterdam, in a coffee shop on one 

Fuck the rap game, I need right now money 

I'm trying to peel off on Dotson, a hundred drilling you dummies 

Hoes and house on Fondren, punk like the weight houses on Tre 

Fumbling and tumbling haze, down teezy pop weight 

Throwing that ensemble, in the paper play 2K 

We rumbling in the game, playboy the G way 

And respect my mind, cause me Michael Corleone 

Boss Hogg Miggity D, a 25 young Don 

And when you open that-a, the set vendetta 

Seem young foot on it, to put heat up under your sweater 



[Hook x2] 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Isolated, I deal with a selected few 

Stay in my circle of funk, and these niggaz is brand new 

Eveything's confidential, keeping the code of silence 

We deep in the streets, involved in organized violence 

Behind tint we riding, checking on my traps 

Turning blocks and corners, with the thang on my lap 

Got people's 'cross the map, ready for shit to pop off 

Kill or be dead, snitches heads get knocked off 

The streets we lock off, top down in the knot 

Everything is everything, but Screw-cial in the drop 

I'm dropping out dirty money, getting cleaner 

With dangerous flows, on toes like a ballerina 

Felonies and misdemeanors, I gotta duck and dodge 

To really be the boss of all bosses in charge, my entourage 

Is mobsters, my heritage and tradition 

Passed two generations, and they going to the system 



[Hook x2]